"Okay." Josh sighed, pulling Akira's boxers up, just in case, and putting his own clothes back on, concealing his hard member and then kissing his boyfriends lips fast. "I will be back butterfly, as soon as I can. Promise."
Josh held his hand, squeezed it and then washed his hands quickly before he walked out of the room and saw only Sangre there. "Where's the others?" He asked curiously.
Sangre glanced at Josh, smiling and shrugging his shoulder. "Waiting at the front for you. You two are talking for a while..."
"Yes, and we need more time. I want a moment to hold him, be with him." Josh said honestly, but didn't bring up the sexual aspect of it. Walking out of the room, Josh made his way quickly to the front, whispering to the man who kept telling him he had to leave soon that he wanted another twenty minutes at least.
It took a little while but he finally got a 'yes', almost instantly running to his bedroom and grabbing a bottle of lube, returning to the kitchen with Sangre gone. Hoping he didn't enter the kitchen, Josh hurried to Akira, panting when he walked into the room, his eyes wide.
"I took long, I'm sorry." Josh said with fast breaths, feeling his skin damp with sweat as he put the bottle down. "You'll feel better with this." Josh assured.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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